What the hell? Another one? His nostrils quivered, and his obsidian tinted fur bristled at the very small trace of yet another stranger. Yet another wolf was at the edge of Swift River, in the Sacred Grove, and quite frankly he was tired of everyone insisting on being a river wolf.If this one had no intention of joining, he had in mind to send them on their way for snooping around his home. Crossing borders or not. This was his place to protect, and his home to guard. With his head low, and tail partial raised above his hocks he trotted with his nose as his guide to the unknown lupine.

He was in a foul mood to be greeting very nice, but his patience was thin with the lone wolves, and their lack of manners. He zoned in closer, and closer when a feminine howl sang into the sky. Ey, it was she, and she was interested in joining. His molars scraped against themselves, his neck becoming knotted by his displeasure. His recent encounters had him not exactly fond of seeing another girl, and he moved with haste to set her straight. Corinna, and Indru didn't need to set another fool in their place. They had enough to do. It'd be up to him to see if this was a waste, or if on a very slim chance this one might be worthy.

The more prominent her scent became the slower he moved, and the more he crept, slightly hunched. He wanted to inspect just where she was before revealing himself. though he was large, he could hide among his home. He noticed she was quite past the borders, and waiting patiently for her call to be answered. First he was almost thought it was Accailia, the scent was different, and his tight muscles loosened. He would go crazy if he had her here, stalking him every chance she had. This female actually appeared older than himself, and she was smaller. Her figure did not speak of anything fragile, she was streamlined. Probably quicker than himself. He held steady in the brush, his breathing completely silent while he became a spectator.


When it appeared she was going no where he brushed past the brush letting it rustle with his arrival. His posture was a defensive position, his eyes bright, and fiercely piercing in her direction. It was clear he was not here to waste time, or jibber jabber about the clear day. "Afternoon, I hear you hope to speak to my leaders. You thinking of joining or requiring something else?" His black tail lashed out behind him while he spoke, his tone deep, and sharp. Then he halted three average wolf lengths out of her personal space, not once taking his eyes off her.

His eyes did anything but remit, and the same could be said for his body posture. He was waiting for one single wrong move, and that's when he'd be making his. Maybe if he cut into enough wandering idiots without the good sense to use the brain they'd been given they might warn others Swift River was as Sacred as the Grove. He kept telling himself steady, everyone had a fair shot at a first impression. Hers was untainted....for now at least. His muscles taunt beneath his skin, he had thought over a couple maneuvers if need be. She appeared small, but looks were only a cover. He might appear an irritated, large black male, he was more than that.

Calmly he kept his breaths going smooth, and the hair about his neck even. When her body fell closer to the ground, the muscle in his right thigh twitched, ready for the worst. He realized just how wounded tight he was. He could no sooner be any more comfortable. He titled his head sharply, this was the first anyone had showed any part of their fragile underbelly to him. He was aware what it meant, and rolled his weight onto his haunches to sit. She could be as smart as she looked, and loners with capabilities, manners, and intelligence was always a promising start. His nostrils quivered trying to detect any deceit, or any whisper of a scent he would know. She was an entirely everything new to him, eyes, ears, and nose.

When she began to spoke, his ears through his past irritation pressed to the side of his head. There was a hint of some different origin to her tongue, but he wasn't sure if that information meant much. She was asking to join, and her offering her skills. He wanted to question what that implied exactly. Instead someone familiar to both of them was next to break the silence. It was not the quiet she broke, but the hard line of rigidness his body was in. He flinched at the contact, but realizing it was Naira, the edge of his lip pulled in the shortest life of a grin. There was still the matter at hand, and his pack mate offered the name of the white lady. Athena. They had met, and by the sounds of it Naira had helped her. He trusted Naira to a point, and wanted to have faith in her judgement. This time, it would be up to Corinna or Indru to decide if she came or went. Triell wasn't sure if he wanted the responsibility of letting another wolf enter their home. He doubted Naira would bring him shame, but one was quite enough.

"Ey, I see you two have met. Guess I better introduce myself then," his black tail wrapped itself around his limbs while his eyes shifted between the two females. "I'm Triell Tainn, brother to the Leaders here. I believe Naira has a good sense, so I'm sure either Corinna or Indru will be along, maybe you'll have a shot at being a River wolf," he humble put, an amused grin teasing at the corner of his dark lips. He was not going to say in this matter, not today. Casually since he was not sure when one of the leaders may come. (She had called, and he was not about to call again.) He let his attention drift to Naira. "How are you?" He asked, his tone more friendly, despite how still his body was. He had seen her in passing, but hadn't much talked to her since she'd joined.